Addison grabs the empty bottle of rum from Edward, placing it in the center of the circular table. Everybody takes a seat around it, a feeling of curiosity and eagerness running through their bodies. They play the said game only once a year, kind of a way to get to know the crew better.

The night is silent; only the burble of waters and the breeze hitting the sails could be heard—and, later on, the cheers and sounds of victory from the crew, if they succeed in disclosing one's secret. Groans of defeat shall be audible from them if they fail to do so.

Addison faces Angelina. "'Tis one easy game, sweet. Someone's going to spin the bottle. If the bottle head faces you, you tell three statements about yourself—two of them truths, and one a dirty lie."

Angelina smirks at the idea. The game seemed too simple and undemanding. "Oh? How facile."

"That's what I thought at first," Louis spoke from across the table. "Until one of them scallywags decided to do something that made me reveal my dirtiest skeleton!" 

The crew laughs at him, and Louis shoots Angelina a serious, yet mocking expression. "Be careful and be honest, Salazar."

"And make sure to give us the filthiest, naughtiest lie you could," added Addison. She winks at the bewildered pirate woman beside her. Angelina shakes her head. "And if I lie?"

"If you lie, Esme shall decide what to do with you, Miss Salazar," answers Edward, who is seated far across from Angelina. 

He wore a ridiculed smile; it was obvious he knew Esme hated Angelina so much she could wish for the woman to be left all alone on a deserted island. Or maybe just throw her into the sea when it is storming really hard. Or kill her right there on her very seat. Angelina wears a smile; a grin of sarcasm and is full of displeasure. "And if you lie?"

"I needn't lie to anyone," he beamed. He gestures to the bottle in the center. "Do the honor?"

Angelina grabs the bottle and spins it with such heftiness. The crew's gazes are fixed at the spinning bottle, giddy as to whose secrets it would reveal tonight—for the game shall only pick three different people, and whoever these people are, should either do their best or get punished with the help of the pirate's code. 

Angelina's brows furrow in curiosity, and in her mind, she asks, "Who is the judge?"

Carefully, she observes the spinning bottle, its fast movement slowly reaching a halt. She lets out a sigh of relief when the bottle head points at Robert. The crew cheers in merriment as Addison bangs her hand on the table. "Ye'r lucky tonight, Robert!"

Angelina sees Esme gazing at her first mate with the utmost curiosity, waiting patiently for Robert to spit his statements. And maybe someone will choose which statements were truths, and which was a lie. He broods for a moment, massaging his chin with his fingers. Everyone waits eagerly—until Robert clears his throat. "I fell for my Capitana, once."

Angelina scowls as the crew glances at her. Fortunately, they glance back at Robert when he speaks once again, "I fancy someone in this ship." Esme's face slightly turns a bright red, but it wasn't too conspicuous due to the evening darkness. Robert exhales, "Lastly, I almost planned a mutiny back in El Cazador."

Fuming, the former captain of El Cazador bangs both her palms on the wooden table. "I swear to the heavens if you really planned a mutiny against me, I will kill you, Robert."

Angelina wished, deep in her heart, that her first mate didn't plan a mutiny back then, or even almost. On the other hand, she wouldn't believe it if Robert did fall in love with her—all these years, Robert knew she was in love with a lieutenant. It would pain her if Robert once had been heartbroken because of her. 

He shoots Angelina a face filled with a mixed-up emotion—then and there, when she saw those eyes of his, she confirmed that, indeed, he was the most loyal she ever had. He did not plan a mutiny; never in his life, he wouldn't. And in those honest eyes, Angelina couldn't help but know what he had meant to say—I loved you, Captain.

Her mouth hangs open, flabbergasted...anguished. All these years, she never knew—never noticed. All she cared about was Oliver, and nothing more; she saw Robert as a best friend and a brother. It grieves her to know about this. 

She never meant harm to her first mate, never in her life did she think about bringing torment upon him. "Robert..."

Robert gives Angelina the most reassuring smile, then turns to the crew. "So, where's the lie?"

"You almost planned a mutiny," the crew's mouths go agape when Angelina answered to him. She looks down to her feet, fidgeting with her fingers. She looks up at them again, "That's the lie."

Everyone turns to Robert, searching for candor. He slowly nods in agreement. "That's the lie."

Addison frowns upon seeing Angelina; she knew that somehow the former captain is pained to know about Robert's confession. She tries to lighten the mood, "I never really see Robert as someone who'd plan a mutiny. I see loyal people when I see 'em," she smiles. "So, who is this that ye fancy, Robert?"

Suddenly everyone goes excited, though Esme still looked kind of pissed—at Angelina, because who else? Robert seemed to go embarrassed, clicking his tongue as he thought of an answer. He finally gets the courage to confess. 

"Well, she agreed to talk to me later night. I hope she knows how pleased I am."

"Of course you're pleased," Esme smirks on the side. "It's really obvious, you fool."

"I know," Robert winks at her, flashing a smile so massive. "I'm a fool for you."

The crew goes wild upon hearing his smooth, flirty response. Maggie rushes behind Esme and wiggles her hard enough for her to get slightly dizzy. Everyone seemed cheery for both Robert and Esme; and for quite some time, Angelina seemed to feel relaxed. 

Somehow, despite being grief-stricken from Robert's confession, she felt joyous for the lad, as well as for Esme. She nods to herself, smiling as she faced down.

"Quiet down, ye filthy pirates!" shouted Addison, as to which Stanley responded, "I'm not filthy! I smell so good, eh? I took a bath four days ago, ye judgmental lass! I won't cook for ye, Addison!"

"Angelina can cook for me, Stan. Shut up, oldie, ye know I love ye," she kisses Stanley on the head. Stanley shoots her a funny look, nodding to himself. He sighs, "Aye, aye, ye do, lass."

"Since ye were the first one to play, why don't ye spin it, Robert? Go on, love," Addison offered.

"No worries, Addison. Give that to me," says Robert. He spins the bottle with great force, as everyone goes into their panicked, anxious modes once more. Addison crosses her arms and stares at the spinning bottle with a glare, "I swear to the seas, if that bottle points to me again, I'm leaving this ship."

"Oh?" Angelina chuckles. "I'm guessing the bottle adores you too much?"

"Aye, love. It does, too much that I get me secrets revealed each year!"

The two women share a light laugh as they impatiently waited for the bottle to come to a stop. After a few moments, the head bottle points at, unfortunately, Angelina.

"It seems that the bottle adores you as well, Miss Salazar." Angelina turns to face Edward, who is now looking at her with an amused expression. He seemed thrilled upon knowing that it was Angelina's turn to reveal some secrets.

She lets out a hefty sigh. "Remind me to break that bottle into pieces after we've finished."

"Gladly," chuckles Edward, along with the crew. Everyone seemed so enthusiastic, including Esme. Angelina stops for a moment, thinking about what statements to reveal. Which truths, and which lie...

Definitely not related to Oliver, she thought. 

She can't reveal anything about her relationship with a nobleman. She also couldn't risk herself from being thrown back to the village into Stevenson's grip. What is she supposed to say? It all seemed like squeezing her brain into formulating various statements. 

She sighs; no one will know about who the nobleman was if she told them, anyway. The deepest, the darkest, they say—but those are the ones that could not be disclosed, could they?

"I have been in love with an honorable man for the past twelve years."

Addison covers her mouth in bewilderment. Angelina casts a glance at the Captain far across her; his gaze was attentive, his eyes twinkling curiosity. But what possibly could he want from her? What secrets does he yearn to be aware of, and for what reason? He did not even know of Angelina in the past.

"I take great care of one valuable, blood-red ruby," says Angelina, examining the faces of the crew surrounding her. Edward's gaze never left hers—careful and questioning. The mention of a ruby ignited the Captain's curiosity. At last, the pirate woman spits her final statement. "I'm good under the sheets."

The crew members snicker and groan simultaneously. What could be the lie? they all say at the back of their minds. It seemed like two lies and one truth for everyone. Edward grins at her statements, tapping the wooden table. "Where's the lie, Miss Salazar?"

"'Tis up to you to guess," Angelina winks and smiles. "A lady doesn't tell."

"Well, you can always sleep with her, Captain, if you want to confirm the third statement," Maggie exclaims. The crew exchange surprised looks. Angelina was about to rebuke when Edward cut her off. "Aye, Miss Salazar did offer to sleep with me in exchange for my secrets..."

Addison almost pukes. She tugs Angelina to face her. "You did what?!"

Angelina groans in frustration, stomping her feet. "No! I did not, Edward! Take it back!"

"But you did, Miss Salazar. Back in the brig."

"I did not—seriously? That was a jest!"

"I am aware, Captain Spanish-Frown," he chuckles. "Are you not going to say please?"

"Please?" she laughs sarcastically. "You displease me too much, Edward..."

Edward lets out a chortle, nodding at the fuming woman as he raises a hand to hush the crew. Everyone quiets down, as commanded by the captain. As much as Edward wants to poke fun at Angelina, he must not cause her too much trouble and frustration. Though in his mind, he thought she looked quite winsome whenever she tried to pick a fight with him, or with anyone on the ship. "Aye, that was a pun. Apologies, Miss Salazar. I shouldn't have poked fun at you."

"I'm not grateful," Angelina growls in such an adorable manner, particularly because she was speaking to the Captain. She was too small compared to Edward's commanding height; inside Maggie's dreamy mind, they would make a really great couple. Little did she know that Angelina was still madly in love with another man. The pirate woman crosses her arms. "Give me that damned bottle."

She spins the bottle; and whoever the bottle head chooses to select this time, that person must have been lucky, for out of nine people, the bottle had to halt pointing at him—aye, pointing at Edward.

"Huh, it seems that you're running out of luck, Edward," mocks Angelina.

"I never expected this, Captain," Addison giggles along with Maggie. "I'm eager."

Edward rests his chin on his palm, contemplating. The crew patiently waits for the Captain's statements. They know him well enough as their captain, their family, but never his secrets, even details about the life he lived before he decided to navigate the seas. Only Addison knows who Edward really is.

He bites his lower lip as he ponders, like he always does. And at long last, he drops his first statement. "I once lived with the king," he fixes his gaze at the impatient pirate Salazar across him. He then declares to everyone, "I've had romantic affinities in the past..."

Angelina scoffs, a curious expression on her face. "Affinities, you say? A spouse?"

"I've no spouse, Miss Salazar," he affirms. "And have you no husband?"

The pirate woman almost felt a sting in the thumping organ inside her. She feels absurd; for twelve years she had been romantically involved with a man but never got married. She is at fault, anyway; turning down a proposal from a man who loved only her for the past decade, a man who was willing to live with her, sailing the seas—then and there, she questions her ability in making verdicts.

"I've no husband," she blankly says. "I guess we're both two unfortunate pirates when it comes to love." The crew remains silent, waiting for a response from Edward. Somehow, the Captain agreed to himself that maybe he wasn't really meant to love; or to be loved, by anyone. He smiles, his eyes twinkling in the night. "We have the sea, Miss Salazar. And the crew. I suppose that is enough."

"It is," she sighs, her breath cold as the night. For the first time, the crew witnesses her agreeing with the Captain. She plasters a slight grin, "They're more than enough."

Edward surveys her, and his emotion is incredulous. Did she really just see him eye to eye? He nods his head in agreement, as the crew listens with intent; Edward speaks of his last declaration. "Like Miss Salazar," he starts, a grin forming on his lips. "I'm also good under the sheets."

The crew releases a series of "Oohs," as the ladies giggled in curiosity. Angelina herself was intrigued—what could be the lie, Edward? His last two statements were contradicting, in all honesty. It was difficult for the crew to take a guess what the lie was. Angelina faces him, "What's the lie, Edward?"

"I don't rightly know," a smile spread across his face. "'A man can also not tell."